Caspian (Carolina Reapers 8)

I dragged the vanity chair over, placing the back in front of her. “Hold on.”

“Okay?” She grasped the rails of the wooden chair.

I started at the nape of her neck, drawing her hair back over her shoulder so I could rain kisses down her spine as I sank to my knees. “This ass,” I muttered, giving it a squeeze as she looked back over her shoulder at me. “Eyes on the mirror,” I ordered. “If you want a night, then I want you to see it. I want you to see what I do to you, how you come apart for me.”

One second. Then two. Finally, she dragged her eyes back to the mirror.

“Good girl.” I nudged her thighs apart, then put myself between them.

“What are you—” She gasped, then groaned as I licked her, teasing her clit with my tongue even as my fingers thrust deep inside her tight pussy. “Caz!”

“Keep your hands on the chair and watch, Ryleigh.” I spread her thighs wider and settled in, licking and sucking at her clit as my fingers fucked her, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.

“Oh God, Oh God,” she chanted, her eyes drifting shut.

“You close those eyes and I stop,” I warned her.

They snapped open and her knuckles whitened on the chair.

I sank back into my meal, fucking her with my tongue, teasing her clit with my fingers as her breath grew ragged and broken. Close. She was getting close.

Her thighs trembled, and I moved my lips to her clit, humming. The vibration sent her keening as I thrust my fingers deeper, adding a third so I wouldn’t hurt her with what was coming.

She tasted like honey and sunshine, sliding over my tongue as I pushed her onward, relentlessly driving her toward climax.

This time she came with a cry, her thighs locking as I licked and stroked her through the waves of pleasure, careful to keep one arm banded around her hips so she didn’t fall when her knees gave way.

“That…was…” She gasped for breath. “Caz, I’m…”

“I know,” I whispered, making sure she was steady before grabbing the condom from my wallet and rolling it over my cock.

I rose to my feet behind her then pulled her back against me, groaning at the feel of her skin against mine. “So beautiful.”

She gave me an indulgent smile and tipped her head back for a kiss. I gave it to her, sliding my tongue deep as it rubbed with hers.

“Ready to go for three?” I asked, palming her hips.

“Someone’s ambitious.” She rubbed her ass back against me, and my dick jumped, my hips surging against her on instinct.

“Someone knows what you deserve.” I spun the chair so the seat faced her. “And someone wants you to see just how fucking perfect you are. Knees up.”

Her eyes widened for a heartbeat, but she did it, kneeling on the chair and bracing her hands on the back as she watched us in the mirror.

“The things I would do to you,” I muttered, my hands stroking her breasts, her stomach, the silky wetness of her pussy.

“Do them,” she dared, spreading her thighs and moaning as I teased her with my fingers.

My cock found her entrance, the tip lodging right against the tight, wet opening. Every instinct told me to thrust, to take her to the hilt, to fuck her until we both had this out of our system.

“Look at me.”

Her green eyes met mine in the mirror. God, she was a sight. Her lips swollen from my kisses, her skin flushed with pleasure, the tips of her breasts darkened and pearled for my tongue.

“Tell me you want this, Ryleigh.” Sweat popped on my forehead, but I was still in control. One word from her, and I’d walk out the door.

“I want you, Caz.” She rocked back against me, taking the first inch.

So. Fucking. Tight.

“Ryleigh,” I groaned, tilting her head for another kiss as I drove forward, thrusting deep and consuming every inch she had to give me.

She cried out into my mouth, but rolled back, pushing against me as she took all of me. Our kiss broke as we both gasped for air, me struggling for control as she adjusted to the size of having me inside her.

Seconds passed as I beat back the urge to move, to thrust.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice sounding like I’d just dragged it through hell when the opposite was true. Her walls squeezed me like a silken vise and it took everything I had to keep still.

“I’m more than okay,” she turned her head, kissing my neck. “More. Now.”

Those were the only words I needed.

I kept one hand on her hip and the other cupped her breast as I started moving, pumping into her deep and hard with long, rhythmic strokes. Every time I took her was better, every stroke winding me tighter, pushing me higher as pleasure knotted in my spine, coiling and contracting.